Author: Amelia-Burton PM
Brielle McCormic is one of the strongest witches in this messed up world. Her parents have just been murdered but she is dealing with life very well. That is, until Tristan Demonterieo walks into her life. Now everything is uppside down and insideout.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,166 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 06-03-10 - Published: 05-26-10 - id: 2811138
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It was a day after the horrible news. My Aunt was at work and Danyah and Liam were in the back yard with the beast. They had actually named him Monster, which I saw very fitting.
I was sitting in my room reading one of the witch manuals. They were good books that helped you learn how to control your powers. It's all very interesting really. Well, I was truthfully just trying to get my mind off Tristan and school. School starts tomorrow and Tristan's family was coming today. They had stayed at a hotel last night and would be heading over here sometime soon.
I heard a loud crash downstairs followed by Gracie crying. I jumped up and bolted down the stairs. When I got to the bottom, I saw Gracie surrounded by pots and pans.
"What happened, Gracie?" I said as I picked up the crying child.
"I dropped the pans and I wanted to make food 'cause I's hungry." She said with a pouty bottom lip.
"Ok, go grab a granola bar and play outside with the kids and Monster. I will clean this up." I said as I kissed her curly hair and set her down.
"Ok, Elle I wuv you!" She hugged my legs, grabbed her granola bar and ran outside the door. I started putting the pans away. I opened the pan cupboard and a squirrel jumped out. I immediately leapt backwards and landed on a bowl full old cereal from earlier today. It splashed all over my shirt. I sighed and looked at my now dripping shirt. I pulled it the soiled thing over my head, leaving me in my purple bra and black shorts as I continued cleaning the kitchen.
I finished putting the pans away and got a wet rag to clean up the spilt milk. As I began scrubbing the floor, my mind began to wander.
Being in this kitchen always reminded me of my mother. This kitchen was my mother's favorite room. She was always in here cooking something.
Everyone always said I look like her. My father had honey colored curly hair and brown eyes. My mother had dark brown, straight hair and grey eyes just like me. She was the only one who got me. She always fought my side of the story and helped me understand. I missed her more than anything. I looked around the kitchen as one tear slid down my face. I stood up as I heard the front door open.
"I don't know why they didn't answer the door for you, Tiffany." I heard my aunt say in the other room. I slowly realized three things. One, I still didn't have a shirt on and I don't remember where I put my other one. Two, the Dechivioni's were here. Three, the only way to get upstairs was to go out of the kitchen.
"Can I go get a drink?" I heard a male voice ask. Please let it be Tristan's father. Never mind, I don't want his father to see me like this. Maybe it was just a figment of my imagination. And then the kitchen door opened and a male figure walked right into me. I fell backwards and let out a squeak. I felt some one wrap their arms around my waist and pull me back up.
"Brielle!?!" Tristan yelped as he quickly let go of me and covered his eyes.
"Wow, Tristan, very mature to cover your eyes." I said sarcastically as I stood up and wrapped a dish towel around me.
"Would you rather I stare at you?" He asked and moved his hand. He had a good point.
"Ugh!" I sighed and bolted out of the room. I ran right for my room and didn't stop till I got there.
I was mortified. I pulled on a plain black tank top and laid down on my bed. I couldn't believe that just happened.
"Brielle, come say hello to our guests!" I heard Oriana yell up the stairs.
"Ok, one minute." I yelled back as I stood up and went down stairs. They were all sitting in the living room. I walked in, picking up Gracie on my way. It was always better if I had a child in my hands. Gracie put her head on my shoulder and giggled.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Dechivioni. It's nice to see you again." I smiled and sat down in a love seat.
"Please call me John." Tristan's father replied.
"And call me Tiffany," said his mother. She was a beautiful woman with long cherry red hair. She had grey eyes and a big smile. His father had jet black hair and ice blue eyes. "Thank you for letting us stay in your home."
"It's always nice to help a friend in need," said my aunt before I could make a remark about how I didn't have a choice. I wouldn't have really said anything too horrible but they did give birth to the devil.
"So tell us," My aunt continued as Hades himself walked into the room and sat down by his parents. "How exactly did your house start on fire?"
"Well," said Tiffany, "Tristan was home alone and trying to turn water into wine. It's really a simple spell and it's pretty sad he couldn't figure it out. But he has never been very good at those kinds of spells. Well, truth be told, he has never been good at any spells." She started to ramble.
"Well, anyways," John continued "We got home and the house was burned to the ground with a good amount of fire trucks surrounding it." John smiled. My aunt, Tiffany and John all laughed.
"You know," Oriana said once the laughter died down, "Brielle here is an amazing little spell-caster. Her mother, Joanna, taught her everything she knew. And she is always up there reading books about casting and charms and healing - things of that sort." She smiled at me. I knew what was coming next and all I was thinking was God, please no. "I'm sure she would be delighted to help him learn some of the basics after school." I didn't even have words to describe how mad I was at my aunt at the moment. I glared daggers at her.
"That's a great idea!" Tiffany exclaimed.
"You wouldn't mind, would you, Brielle? Your mother was such an amazing witch, and so was your father. I know you will be a wonderful teacher." John said afterwards. Think, Brielle, think fast.
"Well, you see, I have been home-schooled almost all of my life and I am going to high school for the first time tomorrow." I said hoping that would get me sympathy.
"Oh, that's wonderful! Tristan can show you around and introduce you to all of his friends. It will be just grand!" Tiffany gushed. Think faster, Brielle, come on. Lie, lie your pants off.
"You see, I also just got a job. I am going to be working five days a week." I needed to go look for a job fast.
"Oh, really? Where are you working?" My aunt Oriana asked.
"Walgreens?" I said more as a question.
"Tristan works there, too!" Said his father. Well cut me up and serve me on a platter. Welcome to hell. Population? Me. I stood up.
"I need to go and get ready for school tomorrow." I said without looking at anyone. Before anyone could object, I walked up to my room and applied for the local Walgreens online. Apparently, they were hiring anyone, because a few minutes later I got an email back saying when to start.
One problem down, now the twenty-thousand more to go. I let out a sigh and looked at the clock. It was only 3:00. Well, I might as well go and cook some big dinner. I went downstairs to start the chicken enchiladas. I had put the chicken on to boil and started to cut the peppers when I heard someone walk in.
"Watcha doin'?" Liam said from the counter. I loved Liam, don't get me wrong, he is my little brother and all, but… I also couldn't stand him.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" I said as I slid the peppers into a pan to be sautéed.
"It looks like your makin' dinner. Hey, Elle, it's hot; can you make it colder?" He was just asking to get on my nerves. He knew I wouldn't
"No, Liam." I said as Tristan walked into the kitchen.
"I will, Liam!" Tristan said with way too much enthusiasm.
"Isn't that a wonderful idea?" I said under my breath. The back door shut as they both walked out. I went back to cooking. "Call me when you start a tornado."
I continued cooking as I watched out the window. It looked like Tristan was trying really hard, but nothing was changing. I continued to cook and let my mind wander. I didn't even notice when it got rainy outside and the wind started to blow. I could see the kids, Monster and Tristan running for the house.
Oh God… He actually started a tornado. I ran to the door and swung it open. I raised my hand to the sky, closed my eyes and imagined a bright summer day. I imagined the smell of the grass and the feel of the hot air. I imagined the slight breeze that would rustle the trees.
When I opened my eyes the picture in my head was playing out before me. Thank God.
"Tristan, I can not believe you just started a tornado!" I yelled at him. "People die in tornados; what were you thinking!" Tristan, Danyah, and Liam all looked like they had just seen the devil. "Yeah, I can be scary! Deal with it!"
"I had it under control!" Tristan yelled back, finding his voice finally.
"Sure you did!" The parents all came running outside. I stormed back into the house and continued to cook. The sad thing is that this is only the beginning. Mother, save me now…